“Go away, go away,” Chloe mumbled, rolling over and trying to shrug off the horribly realistic nightmare she was having. She was lying in an unfamiliar room and Jay was looking down at her. She vaguely remembered a graveyard. The feeling of the smooth, cold, solid tombstone was such a lovely numb feeling on the tips of her fingers.

I need to tell Alex I’m sorry. I need to wake up from this awful dream. I need to confess. I can fix it if I really want to Chloe thought, tossing her body over again, feeling her hard cast bump against her ribs. The pain forced her eyes open.

She squinted into the light and made out a figure she really did not want to see.

“Please go away,” her voice was a whisper.

“Why would I do that? I’ve got you right where I want you.”

Shutting her eyes once more was an impulse. Denile came naturally. This was a very vivid nightmare. That was all.

I’m counting to three. When I open my eyes, I’ll be home; safe. One. Two. Three.

She opened her eyes. The nightmare was real.